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It wiggles.
It crawls.
It finds its way in
and then just keeps going.
TheInvasion arrived from somewhere beneath the ocean
with a very specific agenda
and absolutely no intention of rushing.
The full tentacle shaft — covered tip to base
in sucker rings that grip, tease and texture
every single millimeter of the journey —
tapers to a precise pointed tip
that knows exactly where it's going.
The vibration motor fires up
from the smooth egg handle
and sends pulses all the way down
through every sucker,
every ridge,
every inch of tentacle
that is currently, enthusiastically,
making itself at home.
It doesn't knock.
It wiggles in.
That's the whole plan.
That's always been the whole plan.
The tentacle is longer than it looks.
It always is.
You'll hold the egg handle.
Feel the vibration start.
Watch the tentacle for a moment —
that tapered tip, those rows of suckers —
and think:
"This is going to be interesting."
Then the tip goes in.
Then the suckers start.
One by one.
Each ring a new announcement.
Each millimeter a new conversation.
The vibration travels through all of it —
from handle to tip and back again —
while TheInvasion wiggles,
crawls,
and establishes itself
in territory it considers permanently claimed.
Welcome to the deep end.
The tentacle lives here now.